Violent Love

Chapter19: Flame

THE PALE MOONLIGHT find its way between the gaps of the trees here in the woods just few miles away from our residence. Feet steps on the grass, making a sound of somewhat rustling, mixture with crickets chattering.

I walk and reach the familiar hole I have dug yesterday.

Supposedly, I should be sending them to their deaths one-by-one, but it has happened that they already knew my face and if ever I have failed killing one of them, they would have told the police; and when the cops found out, Olivia would be broken. So I decided to take these three and kill them at one time.

Crouching down, my mood enligthens when these three girls fidget against the thick rope around their bodies with a piece of cloths on their mouths; they keep doing that, but it's useless.

The hollow on the ground isn't that deep, but enough to block their attempt of getting out. These chicks were the ones who bullied Olivia and it is unforgiven— not until, they pay.

Death is the punsihment for laying any harsh fingers on her, after all.

"How's the feeling of being down there?" I ask when I open the gasoline container. "Are you guys cold?"

Carrie— the blonde girl who shoved my dearest Olivia starts glaring at me as tears of fears have begun falling down her cheeks with her forehead shines probably because of sweat.

The clones on the other hand, do nothing but cry in a silent tone.

".  .  . Olivia is the most expensive person here in the world," I continue while looking at the dark sky. "She's more valuable than a gem and gold that the payment of hurting her is your lives."

As I turn the angle of the container, unwanted and strong smell dances in front of me, making my nose wrinkles. Muffled screams echo in the hole as the grissy thing sheds all over their figure, causing them to squirm as if it will help them to wipe it off.

"The night is cold," I say when my lips turns up into a half smile. "Let's heat you up."

When the container is empty, I throw it on the hole and as I show them how I flick the lighter on, their faces paint stripe of horror. "Don't worry, it'll be fine soon." My voice is somewhat soft. "The fire in my hands will just simply and slowly flay your skins as if it is just taking small bites on your fleshes. Sounds exciting eh?"

They start shaking their heads. Their sobs become louder and terrible which actually give me thrilla and excitement.

Staring at them, my throat trembles, emiting a silent laughter. "I remember the last time. . . when our co teachers had played her feelings. . . you know I hate betrayals, for real." I moisten my bottom lip, feeling my brows getting knit. "Do you want to know what I did to them?" My voice automatically becomes sinister as the insanity already engulfs my eyeballs. "I killed them."

"Hmm!" they hummed in fright, jerking in their angle.

Chuckling like a lunatic, I gradually peel my fingers off the lighter, watching as it slowly falls down to them.

And then, in just a quick second, the hole bursts into flame.

These women scream in agony as the burning sensation starts stripping off their skin. The flame beam aches my eyesight, as I sit this closer— closer enough to watch they suffer; voice of anguish and cries become louder, merging at the pitch black woods.

"I have the only right to hurt her," I mutter looking down at them with stretched eyes, not even blinking. The sight leaves some strange thing on my chest, feeling my sockets steaming and wet as well. "You asked for that."